1. The by far most popular group called The Diplomats (also known as Dipset) are a Harlem, New York-based group who previously signed to Roc-A-Fella Records, but now are signed to own label Diplomats Record. Founded by rappers Cam'ron and Jim Jones, the group released their debut album Diplomatic Immunity under their imprint Diplomat Records.
Diplomat Records also distribute artist Cam'ron through Asylum Records. Under Koch Entertainment, Jim Jones, Juelz Santana, 40 Cal., Freekey Zekey, J.R. Writer, Hell Rell, Un Kasa and Jha Jha are also signed on as members of The Diplomats record label. London-based duo, S.A.S, are also part of The Diplomats. Another member, Jay Bezel, is signed to Sure Shot Records. The group's sophomore album Diplomatic Immunity 2 was released under Koch Entertainment. Juelz Santana currently is the only member still signed to Diplomat Records and Def Jam Records.
One of the defining elements of the Diplomats' music is the innovative slang they have incorporated into their lyrics. The broader hip-hop community has accepted and utilized many of their terms, including "doggie,", "no homo", "piff," "huff," "u mad?", "move the movement", "off' wit' Ya' Kufi Smacker", "goonies goo goo,", "duck tales", "family matters", and "coochie rap". They also coined the greeting, "What's Really Good?". Many of the rappers were signed, and were premiered in mixtapes, but the Diplomats did not become exclusive until 2003 with their cd Diplomatic Immunity. In previous music videos when Cam'ron was starting his career you could see fellow diplomats like Jim Jones or Freeky Zeeky. The Diplomats have also gained notable street credability through their mixtapes, especially in New York, and have made a small fortune through mixtape sales. They also have their own brand of Liquor, Sizzurp.
2. The Diplomats were a mid-90's pop band from Roanoke, Virginia Heavily influenced by Big Star.
3. The Diplomats is also an avant jazz project consisting of Rob Brown (as), Steve Swell (tb) and Harris Eisenstadt (d).
4. The Diplomats were a soul group of the 1960s from Washington DC, United States, very popular in the United Kingdom during the Northern Soul boom of the 1970s. They would later become the New York-based Skull Snaps.
5. The Diplomats were a short-lived British rock band from Yorkshire, who released a self-funded single during the Mod revival of the early 1980s: 'Memories Of You' b/w 'I'll Keep On Holding On' (the latter being a cover version of the Marvelettes' original. The Diplomats were fronted by Andy Welsh, who later joined The Scene.
Real Niggas
The Diplomats Lyrics
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Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky
Aight Santana man...let's do this
Killa, let's do it man, killa
(Cam'ron)
Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and winter time
Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into to swine
You out ya mind, nah, you don't know what's in my mind
I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq
But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak
(Juelz Santana)
Aiyyo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot
Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block
They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em
Shoots from the 4-4 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em
Trap 'e, grab 'em and clap at 'em
Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans
Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hackling'
I believe in black soldiers, black covers
Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras
Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, they laughs over
Fucka
Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
(Juelz Santana)
Now how you losers want it (Tell me)
We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes
I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin'
Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep
I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup it's nothing
Plus big truckin too it's nothing
(Cam'ron)
I lick a shot so he know I meant it
His soldiers dented, so is his rented
Supreme soloist and still co-defendant
And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants
Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid
You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though
Hitting curves like Emitt (From Europe) Smith
If you ain't get it, the fifth'll hit your fitted
Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really lift it
(Jim Jones)
I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin' B
As I'm watching the snow fall, I'm watching the heads they copping the coke y'all
And to the fiends and junkies, that go through dreams of drunkies
Hos with low-esteem, you know they scream in their monthly (Shut up bitch)
And to my soldiers rocking green in the country
Keep your dean and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money
Them haters wishing they could see my demise
See my moms hard to grief her eyes
Man that eats me alive, roll the weed and get high
This what keep me alive (Listen to me)
My Dip Gang man, the peeps that'll ride
Over me the same peeps that have died
If it's me that catch you, you're fried...
Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
The Diplomats’ song Real Niggas is a hard-hitting track that celebrates the hustlers and street soldiers who grind hard and earn big money in the game. The lyrics describe the life of the Diplomats’ crew, comprising Cam'ron, Juelz Santana, and Jim Jones, as they navigate the streets, deal with obstacles, and capitalize on opportunities. The first verse sees Cam'ron arguing with his mom over dinner time while he's busy grinding and attending to his business: “I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq, but still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak.” He boasts of rising beyond the crack game to venture into stock trading while still dealing in hardcore stuff like drugs. Juelz Santana, in his verse, continues the theme of the Diplomats’ resilience, as he asserts his dominance over haters and rivals: “Now how you losers want it, We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes, I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin'.”
The hook reaffirms the song’s focus on the code of the streets, as real niggas get money, don't snitch, don't lie for a girl, and get rich. The chorus drives the message home with a repeated assertion of street credibility and toughness. Finally, Jim Jones comes in with his trademark rasp and streetwise metaphors, as he merges street savvy and aspirations for success: “I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin' B. And to the fiends and junkies, that go through dreams of drunkies.” The song is a testament to the diversity of the hip hop world as an art form, from trap to old-school boom-bap, with the Diplomats blending different styles to create a unique sound that represents their world view.
Line by Line Meaning
Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky
Group introduction
Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and winter time
I argue with my mother all the time, in every season
Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time
Stop arguing, the food is ready
I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind
I have some business to attend downstairs
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
You do your work while I do mine
You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into to swine
I don't eat pork
You out ya mind, nah, you don't know what's in my mind
You don't understand my thoughts
I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq
I will move from selling crack to trading on the Nasdaq exchange
But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak
My connections still move dangerous substances on Amtrak trains
Aiyyo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot
Cam, let's close the location before the cops raid us
Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block
Prepare the guns, we own this block
They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em
We shoot them and mock them
Shoots from the 4-4 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em
We shoot them with our powerful guns
Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans
I do this for my people who died and suffered
Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hackling'
Who fought and died using guns and knives
I believe in black soldiers, black covers
I support black people and black culture
Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras
I will honor you with black roses, but beware of enemies
Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, they laughs over
Enemies will wait for your downfall, but we will sleep with success
Fucka
Exclamation of frustration
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
Real people do real things to earn real money
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real people make money and don't tell on others
Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
Real people don't lie for a woman and focus on getting wealthy
Now how you losers want it (Tell me)
How do you want to face me?
We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes
We can fight or have fun, I used to pretend to be cool
I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin'
I waste money on expensive shoes and showing off
Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep
I spend carelessly and excessively, but I have a lot of money
I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup it's nothing
I have no problem spending thousands on shoes for my car
I lick a shot so he know I meant it
I shoot my gun so he knows I'm serious
His soldiers dented, so is his rented
I damage his crew and his rented car
Supreme soloist and still co-defendant
I'm a skilled artist and a criminal defendant
And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants
You observe a skilled driver who shoots guns at people
Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid
We've been in this business for a while and I'm doing well
You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though
You notice my expensive fur and jewelry, my car is also a brand new Austin Sigoto
Hitting curves like Emitt (From Europe) Smith
I'm driving fast and making sharp turns like the famous football player Emitt Smith
If you ain't get it, the fifth'll hit your fitted
If you don't understand, I will shoot you in the head
Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really lift it
I shoot multiple times and make your head spin
I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin' B
I'm in my burgundy Benz driving recklessly
As I'm watching the snow fall, I'm watching the heads they copping the coke y'all
I'm watching the snow while others are buying coke
And to the fiends and junkies, that go through dreams of drunkies
I pity the drug addicts who suffer and dream of being high
Hos with low-esteem, you know they scream in their monthly (Shut up bitch)
Women with low self-esteem are moody and complain during their menstrual cycle
And to my soldiers rocking green in the country
I support my associates fighting for our cause in the countryside
Keep your dean and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money
Stay disciplined and motivated, let's make money and become successful
Them haters wishing they could see my demise
My enemies want me to fail
See my moms hard to grief her eyes
It's painful to see my mom cry
Man that eats me alive, roll the weed and get high
It hurts my soul, so I smoke weed to relieve the pain
This what keep me alive (Listen to me)
This is what motivates me (Listen)
My Dip Gang man, the peeps that'll ride
My associates in Dip Gang who will support me
Over me the same peeps that have died
The same people who died for our cause
If it's me that catch you, you're fried...
If I catch you, you're in trouble...
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